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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.