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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Index,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.