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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.