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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.