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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.