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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.