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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.