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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.