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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Crime,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
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.