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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.