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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Nico to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.