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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.