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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.