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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Cluster,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.