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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.