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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.