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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Can to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.