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 Netherlands 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Television,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.