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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.