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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.