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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
PIL,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.