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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.