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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.