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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.