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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.