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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.