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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.