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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.