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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.