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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.