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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.