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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Interpol,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.