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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Index,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.