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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.