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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.