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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.