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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.