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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
cv313,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.