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 Peru 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.