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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.