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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.