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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.