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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.