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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Skarface 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.