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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Shoche,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.