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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
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.