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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.