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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.