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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.