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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.