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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
X-101,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.