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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.