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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.