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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
JFA,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.