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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Mars,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.