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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Television,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.