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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.