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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 The Motions 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.