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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf 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 rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.