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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.