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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.