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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.