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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.