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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Ronan,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.