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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.