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 Austria 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.