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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.