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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.