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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.