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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.