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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.