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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.