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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.