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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
10cc,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.