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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 AZ to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.