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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.