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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.