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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.