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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.