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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Index,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.