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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.