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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.