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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.