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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.