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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.