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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.