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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.