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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.