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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Wings,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.