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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.