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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.