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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
UT,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.