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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.