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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.