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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Faust,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.