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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.