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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.