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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.