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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.