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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.