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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Wire,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.