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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.