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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.