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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.