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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '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 Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.