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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Magma,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.