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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.