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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.