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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.