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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.