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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.