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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.