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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.