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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 T. Rex 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Television,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.