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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.