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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.