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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.