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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.