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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Swans,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Gong,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.