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 France and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
John Holt,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.