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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.