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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Yaz,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.