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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Brick,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.