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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.