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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.