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 Austria 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.