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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.