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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.