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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.