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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
the Human League,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.