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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.