Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Neu!,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.