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 Moldova 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Gories,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.