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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.