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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.