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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.