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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.