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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.