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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Can,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.