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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.