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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.