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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
June of 44,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.