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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Cymande,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.