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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Franke,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Wings,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.