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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Crime,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.