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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
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.