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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
the Association,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.