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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.