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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.