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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.