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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.