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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Mars,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.