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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
the Normal,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.