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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.