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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.