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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.