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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.