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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.