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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Inner City,
10cc,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.