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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.