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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.