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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.