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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
June Days,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.