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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
the Association,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.