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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.