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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
DNA,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.