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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.