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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Organ,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.