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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.