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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Unwound,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.