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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Motorama,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.