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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.