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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.