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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.