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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Swans,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.