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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Nas,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.