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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
PIL,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.