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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.