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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Q65,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Index,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.