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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.