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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.