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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.