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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Scion,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.