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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Television,
Model 500,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.