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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.