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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.