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 Venezuela 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.