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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.