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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.