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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Fall,
The Move,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.