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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.