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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.