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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.