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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.