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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.