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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.