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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.