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 Poland and from Manila.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.