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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.