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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.