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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Quantec,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.