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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.