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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
The Saints,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.