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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.