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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.