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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.