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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.