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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.