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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.