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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.