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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the dance 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.