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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.