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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.