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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.