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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Magma,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.