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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
CMW,
Ituana,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.