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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.