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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.