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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.