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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Wings,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.