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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Swans,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Visage,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.