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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.