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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
This Heat,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.