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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.