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 Kazakhstan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.