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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.