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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.