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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.