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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.