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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Pole,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.