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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.