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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.