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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.