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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.