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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
AZ,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.