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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.