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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.