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 Norway and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.