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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.