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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.