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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.