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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.