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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.