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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Monks,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.