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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.