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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.