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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.