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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.