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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.