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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.