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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.