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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.