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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.