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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Index,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.