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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Urselle,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.