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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.