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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.