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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.