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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.