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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.