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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.