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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.