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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.