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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.