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 Cyprus and from London.
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 Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.