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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.