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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.