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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wire,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Television,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.