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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Simply Red,
DNA,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.