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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.