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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
MDC,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.