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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 May. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.