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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.