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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
June of 44,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.