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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.