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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.