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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.