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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.