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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.