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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Darondo,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
CMW,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.