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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.