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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Skaos,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.