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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.