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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.