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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.