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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.