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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.