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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.