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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.