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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.