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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.