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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.