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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.