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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Can,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.