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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.