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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
ABC,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.