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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.