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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.