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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
MC5,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.