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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.