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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.