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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.