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 China and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.