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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.