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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
New Order,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.