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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.