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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Index,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.