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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.