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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.