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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Mars,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.