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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.