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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.