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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.