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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.