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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.