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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.