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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
UT,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.