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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 PIL to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Monks,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
X-101,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.