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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.