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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Wire,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.