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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.