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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.