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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.