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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.