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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Index,
JFA,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.