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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.