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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.