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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.