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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.