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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.