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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
The Monks,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.