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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.