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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.