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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.