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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Index,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.