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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.