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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.