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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Lalann,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.