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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.