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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
the Normal,
the Association,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.