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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez 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 techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.