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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Jandek,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Nico,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.