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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.