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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.