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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.