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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
New Order,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.