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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.