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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.