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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.