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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
AZ,
Scion,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.