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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.