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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.