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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Accadde A,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Can,
The Remains,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.