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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.