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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.