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 Denmark 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.