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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.