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 Africa and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
ABC,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.