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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.