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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.