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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.