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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.