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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.