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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.