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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.