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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.