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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Organ,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.