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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.