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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.