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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.