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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.