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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.