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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Brick,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.