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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.