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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.