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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.