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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.