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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.