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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.