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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.