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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.