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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.