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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.