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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The Human League,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.