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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.