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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Wire,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.