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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.