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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.