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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.