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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.