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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.