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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.