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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.