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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.