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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.