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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.