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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.