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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.