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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.