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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.