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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.