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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.