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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.