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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.