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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.