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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Mars,
June Days,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.