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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.