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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.