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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
John Cale,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.