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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.