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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.