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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
10cc,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.