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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.