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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.