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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Victims,
Television,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Gories,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.