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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.