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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.