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 Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.