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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.