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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.