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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
JFA,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
ABC,
Accadde A,
the Association,
The Cure,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.