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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
CMW,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Gong,
the Swans,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.