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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.