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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.