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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.