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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.