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 Argentina 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Visage,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.