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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.