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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.