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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
New Order,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.