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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.