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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.