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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.