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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.