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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.