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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.