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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.