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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.