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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Scion,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.