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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.