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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Ituana,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.