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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.