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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Television,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.