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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.