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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.