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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.