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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.