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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.