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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.