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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.