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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.