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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.