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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.