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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.