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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Swans,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.