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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.