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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
John Cale,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.