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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe 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.