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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.