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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.