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 France and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.