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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.