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 China and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.