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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.