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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
X-102,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.