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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.