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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.