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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.