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 Switzerland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.