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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.