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 France and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.