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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.