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 Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.