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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.