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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.