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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.