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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.