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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.