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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.