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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.