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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.