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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.