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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.