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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.