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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.