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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.