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 States and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.