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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.