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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.