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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.