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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.