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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.