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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.