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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.