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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.