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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.