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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Index,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.