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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.