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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.