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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Index,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.