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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.