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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.