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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.