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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Mars,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.