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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.