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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.