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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.