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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.