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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.