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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.