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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.