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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.